Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Exciting Cat Update

No microchip + negative feline leukemia test = I now have three cats.

His name is Barkley.

11 comments:

gennimcmahon said...

K-E-N-N-E-L L-I-S-C-E-N-S-E.

Pony said...

Very nice. Would someone (you perhaps?) explain this cat thing to me. Almost every blogger has at least one, makes braggy little posts about them, enthuses over them, and seems to miss that this is something that sheds, rips furniture, and smells up a home. Yah I know you don't smell it anymore.

C'mon. Cats?

But he is, yes, handsome. And if I were a cat person it would have to be a tom.

ilyka said...

Ha! That's exactly how I feel about dog lovers: Why? Why?

"People are screwy about animals" is the best I can figure.

Chris Clarke said...

LA LA LA LA LA I CAN'T *HEAR* YOU

Lesley said...

He is one fine-looking cat. He has a whole regal thing going on and looks like he's a very calm boy.

So, how are Sally and Shane taking this? Are they still in the bedroom, or have they had the requisite catfight yet?

JW said...

Congrats. I hope you and the whole family enjoy Barkley. He is a beautiful boy.

JackGoff said...

I am soooooo fucking jealous.

ilyka said...

So, how are Sally and Shane taking this? Are they still in the bedroom, or have they had the requisite catfight yet?

Okay, this is the weirdest thing I've ever seen: Shane and Barkley appear to have taken to each other immediately. Two males? Two young males? One of 'em unaltered? No, I never would have predicted they'd get along for a second. I thought we'd have a good week or two of hell here.

Instead they're chasing each other and sparring and wrestling and all that, but it's clearly play. No growling, no hissing, none of that. They are having a ball.

Sally, on the other hand--Sally is completely fed up with my shit. She's perched on top of the kitchen cabinets, looking for all the world as though she will never come down. Normally she sticks close to the ground and won't even bother to jump on the countertops, let alone climb all the way up there (we have to use a stepladder to retrieve her), so this is probably not a good sign? But what can I do? I draw the line at taking her to an animal psychologist.

JackGoff said...

I hear the Pet Psychic works miracles! :)

Pony said...

See?

JackGoff said...

[cue Hallelujah Chorus...?]